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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/25/2017 2:44:37 AM
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"There'll be more...." [i]Vance breathed, not looking back at the woman's body nor at Victoria. The expression he had before was gone, replaced with a stony, forced emotionless one. It was evident that he didn't approve of Victoria's decision to kill her; in his mind he knew that that woman could easily have been him. In fact, it almost was him; memories surfaced, of a time when Vance himself wanted nothing but death, to end his own suffering. Then, there was nobody to either grant his request or help him through. But all this was hidden everywhere in his bodily expressions besides his eyes.
This was because now, on the streets, there were dozens of other Contractees. They hadn't noticed the two yet, but they were bound to.
Vance slowly reached his right hand up to his greatsword, drawing it. He rested the blade on his shoulder, ready to begin using it, but first examined Dojoville's situation. All Contractees were in small groups of about 3 - 5; all likely had some sort of magical and physical enhancement. All likely had strong attachments to each other. All likely had individual backstories and their own suffering, and all likely had one goal; and that goal did not call for either Vance's or Victoria's continued existence.[/i]
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"...This is just brutal. It's unorganized, crude, yet effective.." [i]Victoria stared upon the remnants of the Contractees, before realizing what she had just said.[/i] "...No offense to you, of course." [i]She looked over at Vance, smiling a little.[/i] "You're actually quite elegant in combat, really. Me, I just...aim and improvise." [i]Victoria then began to move, walking down the mountainous pathway of the Dojo. She was still tense, as if expecting the Contractees to appear at any moment.[/i]
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"No offense taken... really, I feel rather awkward in combat," [i]Vance admitted. He spoke truthfully; even with his well-balanced physique and raw power, he still felt awkward–as though he hadn't quite found a style of combat that fit him. No Contractees appeared as they made their way down the rocky pathway–although, everything was eerily silent besides their footsteps and conversation. No birds, wildlife, and the usual hum of activity that came from Dojoville was all but gone. They eventually arrive in the now bloodstained streets of Dojoville. Doors were shut, shops and homes with their windows smashed in; it wasn't utter destruction, but would take a while to clean up. Luckily, they could still shop for apartments.[/i]
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[i]As Victoria held onto the still teenager within her arms, a slight look of disturbance crossed her face, memories of ancient battles entering her mind. She sighed, looking back at Vance.[/i] "...This honestly has begun to remind me of the Daemon forces of Chaos and the Orks once they finish raiding and slaughtering...on a smaller scale, of course. ...Let me apologize, for my behavior earlier. I was suspicious of you, even hateful - the Sisters of Battle are educated and taught to destroy what we consider "heresy" - things that we consider impure, evil, or wrong. Is it right? ...That depends on your views."
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"You've got me confused there," [i]Vance commented in response to Victoria's first statement. To the second, he shrugged.[/i] "That's alright; I'm used to it, by now." [i]The tone in his voice was slightly bitter, not towards Victoria, of course, but towards a much larger group of people. In truth, he cared not about how one spoke towards him–because actions speak louder.[/i] "Anyways... that building seems to he open," [i]He pointed a rather small yet well-kept apartment building, strangely intact with a glowing vacancy sign on its front door.[/i]
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"...You think that they'll accept a beaten/down man with a great sword, an armed soldier and an unconscious child?" [i]Victoria joked calmly, smirking to herself.[/i] "Then again, they would perhaps be suited to seeing such an odd group. Shall we keep moving?" [i]Victoria soon yawned, stretching in place while still holding Ike in her arms. She was getting tired.[/i]
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[i]Vance smiled at Victoria, before looking back at the apartment.[/i] "Long as we've got money," [i]He said, before making his way into the apartment building. The room entered was, of course, the lobby; it looked very similar to a hotel lobby, with a front desk and many couches to rest in. It was strangely clean and orderly, considering the recent ordeal–but then again, response to danger was a requirement in a town so close to a complex housing so many warriors. Vance walked up to the front desk–and it was really more similar to getting a hotel room than getting an apartment room, although it took admittedly a much longer time with a lot more paper filling out. Finally, after an hour, everything was sorted out and Vance had two keys to a cheap apartment room with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. He walked back to Victoria, tired out but satisfied, holding one key out to the Sister of Battle.[/i]
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[i]The boy's invisibility spell was working like... well, a charm. Not a single sound was heard, not a single Contractee sighted. That was, until a sudden, extremely painful looking wound appeared on Vance's right arm; it looked like a stab wound, from a rather long weapon. He yelled out, looking around for the invisible attacker, but they were gone. A few moments later, the invisibility spell wore off. The attacker was the woman, who was about twenty yards away; the stab wound was a three foot long javelin, which was thrown at Vance. The woman held another javelin, readying it. Meanwhile, behind Victoria was the boy, holding a wooden club; he raised it, and aimed a slammed towards Victoria's head.[/i]
